Chapter 921
Allen wasnât usually much of a talker, but today, with a few drinks under his belt, he seemed quite chatty. He grabbed Marcus firmly by the arm âMr. Artis, can you spill the beans on what kind of business youâre in? Can Nelly live a good life with you in the future?â
Marcus wasnât usually too comfortable with strangers making physical contact with him. Cornelia was aware of that and was a little worried when she saw Allen grabbing Marcus hand.
But Marcus reaction surprised her. He didnât resist, instead he answered with a smile, âWe have our hands in various businesses. Iâll do my utmost to ensure Nelly
has the life she wantsâ
Allen slammed the table. âVarious businesses? Youâre not being straight with us. Youâre pulling our legâ
Allenâs outburst was thunderous. Fearing he might wake people up. Abigail hurriedly tried to calm him down. âMr. Artis is loaded. You donât have to worry about Nellyâ
Allen brushed her hand off, âWhen Granny Rebecca was alive, she looked after Nelly. Now that sheâs gone and that despicable Robison showed up again, if we donât care about Nelly, who will?â
Even the mention of Robison made everyone in the room fume.
Tanisha said, âGranny Rebecca raised him like her own for decades. Even after he got married he was still on her payroll. Now that Granny Rebecca is dead, he doesnât even pay his respectsâ
Sonya said. âJust thinking about that heartless couple makes me sick. When Granny Rebecca fell ill, they didnât pitch in for her medical bills, cut ties with her, yet still wanted to hog her house. How does G d let such heartless people get away?â
Roy said. âWhy are you airing dirty laundry in front of Mr. Artis?â
Tanisha and Sonya realized they shouldnât have spilled these beans in front of Marcus; it wouldnât look good if it left a bad impression on him about the Stewart family
Cornelia said, âItâs okay, heâs in the loop about all thisâ
âRight, what does Robisonâs shamelessness have to do with Nelly?â Roy patted Marcus on the shoulder, âMr. Artis, as much as I hate to admit it, I gotta say, youâre good enough for Nelly.â
Despite the fact that Roy was drunk, Marcus was also happy hearing that, âThank you for your approval.â
Roy added, âThatâs just our impression of you for now. If you ever wrong Nelly, Iâll take back my words and Iâll w p you for Nellyâs dad, got it?â
Marcus nodded, âGot it. Iâll treat Nelly well, wonât give you a chance to take a swing at me.â
âI hope you keep your word, or else we will⦠Before he could finish his sentence, Roy face planted on the table, snoring away.
Tanisha pushed him imitatedly, âGet up. I donât have the energy to lug you home tonight!â
Roy was always like this, getting drunk, talking nonsense and then passing out.
It was fine at home, but when he passed out in public, Tanisha had to haul him home. It was always a backbreaker
âMom, Iâll carry him this timeâ Zack, being strong, hoisted his father onto the bed nearby.
After settling his dad, he turned to Allen, âYou should hit the hay too. Iâm worried youâre going to pass out too, and Iâll have to carry you.â
âIâm not drunk, I still want to have a good talk with Mr. Artis.â Allen gripped Marcusâ wrist tightly, opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly started tearing
up